Let the games begin!

[thespaceopera]

[several days late, as has been the trend lately, the Shuffle's transmission plays for the Fleet.

...or, it tries anyway. the music doesn't even make it--just a punch of static with sad, scattered pieces of musical notes trying to struggle their way through.

when Diamond's voice is finally heard, it's only intelligible in three little bites.]

--Three disappearing from-- ... --new faces, so-- ... --Captain Halliwell--...

[and then the music blends strangely with other sounds, like someone flipping idly through broken radio stations. it takes some time for anything to come in clear, and every frequency turns up the same interference. it isn't until several minutes later that one signal suddenly stutters into clarity, and music begins to play.

wherever you are, they are playing your song! and if there are multiple people in the room, maybe the speakers nearest to each person are playing different songs, each specific to the closest passenger. and after the signal connects, the speakers will continue to play whatever song they started with, even if different passengers move toward or away from them, and will only play something else when the controls are messed around with. and the signals and machinery will continue to behave in this way sporadically, all through the month.]

ooc: the musical madness has begun! feel free to use this post as a mingle for interactions relating to shuffle day and the ensuing musical chaos. if you have any questions, please post them to the January ooc post!

→ Shuffle ooc post
→ January system ooc post

Comments

[misconceived]

Right, like sponsorship. [ That gets him thinking. ] Maybe this place is like some big scheme to show off what kind of cool stuff is down there. They paid for air time or something.

[merchantprince]

[Varric scratches his chin.]

I wonder where I can get a satellite...

[hearsthesea]

Why would you want one of those?

[Shirley isn't quite following everything, but she's pretty sure that they probably don't need a satellite unless they can use it to ask for help or something. Although if they could...]

[misconceived]

[ He gives Varric an aside glance. ]

Thinking of showing off a new book? Those things are probably as big as our ship, you know.

[merchantprince]

[He shrugs.]

What? I'm just trying to keep up with the times.

[He has priorities.]

[hearsthesea]

[Well, that's new.]

Varric, do you write books? I didn't know that.

[misconceived]

Then buy a commercial, not an entire satellite.

[ C'mon now. Don't go overboard, Varric. ]

[merchantprince]

[He grins at Shirley.]

That I do, Roses. I'm a bestselling author in addition to being a sharp-eyed businessman.

[He glances at Chris.] It was just an idea. Transporting and upkeep of something that large probably isn't worth the rent.

[hearsthesea]

[Huh. Varric's quite the guy! But that said--]

Um...the satellites won't be dangerous, will they? If we head that way in the shuttles, then it would be good to know if they are.

[misconceived]

Definitely isn't. Those things take millions to keep operating.

[ Which makes their number and focal point (the mysterious planet) even more confusing. What is the point? ]

No. I mean, some satellites have weapons on them but I don't think those are that kind. They don't look like it.

[merchantprince]

I guess that's out.

[He rubs at his chin.]

It might be worth checking out. Or, you know, we can stay here with the creepy singing and slowly go crazy.

[hearsthesea]

Then let's go. Which way is it from here?

[Directions in space could be...interesting, now that she thinks of it.]

[misconceived]

First, we'd have to get to the shuttles. [ He glances over to the planet. ] Or I could probably just shimmer us down there right now. Actually, that would be easier than trying to figure those things out.

[merchantprince]

[flatly] Are you suggesting that you magically toss me?

[hearsthesea]

I don't see why it's a bad idea, as long as it's reliable.

[You can't get all that far without teleportation ducts back home, so she's used to the general idea.]

[misconceived]

[ Chris looks almost insulted by the implication. ]

No, I'm not going to toss you. Shimmering isn't—look. I'll check it out myself first, okay? See if I can even make it. Just chill out here.

[ Aaand he's gone. He'll be back in a round or two. ]

[merchantprince]

Fine, fine.

[He turns to Shirley.]

Never toss a dwarf, Roses. Just don't.

[hearsthesea]

I don't think I could even if I wanted to.

[Did it actually happen to him once? He seems rather insistent. Anyway...]

Chris does that a lot, doesn't he? It looks convenient.

[merchantprince]

[It's a dwarf thing. But anyway--]

Probably, but I still kind of like knowing where my feet are.

[hearsthesea]

It looks like you might get dizzy, but I'm sure it's safe. We have something similar where I come, although you need special ducts to do it.

[And hey - nothing's happened to Chris, right?]

[merchantprince]

[It's really hard to tell her know when she seems so cheerful about it.]

Dwarves and magic really don't mix, Roses.

[He looks upward.]

Let's see if he comes back in one piece first.

[misconceived]

[ Speaking of the devil demon, Chris shimmers back in. He looks a bit windswept from the breeze on the planet but no worse for wear. ]

Coast is clear. Ready for a trip?

[hearsthesea]

Yes. How was it down there?

[The fact that he's here intact is a good sign, but it shouldn't hurt to ask just in case.]

[merchantprince]

[Varric is so fucking unsure.]

Wait. Hold on. Can you really... take both of us at once? We won't suffocate or something? Or end up in each other's clothes?

[misconceived]

[ Chris gives Varric a tolerant but exasperated look. ]

Please. I've been doing this my whole life, I think I've got it handled. [ He turns to Shirley. ] Pretty good. Kinda chilly, but the air's fresh and there's definitely plenty down there to look at.